Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2021 23:25:38 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Mark and the Priest - part 6 Mark and the Priest – Part 6 Gay, Incest, Brothers * * * * Mark locked the door, disrobed and climbed into bed with Charlie. He spooned him from behind and fell asleep himself. When he awoke, he took Charlie's cock in his mouth and began to suck him. Mark had to admit that giving Charlie head was something he'd never thought he'd experience again but he was so happy to be doing it. Charlie got into it right away. He even told Mark so, "Oh... wow... that feels fantastic! Suck me, Baby. Mmmm." Mark sped up and was soon rewarded with a full load of cum down his throat. "You taste as good as I remember," Mark admitted as he came back up, licking his lips, then held Charlie in his arms. "Thanks, Marky. I do believe that was the best blowjob I've ever had. You definitely haven't lost your touch." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. So did I." Then Charlie asked, "Hungry?" "Famished. Do we dare go down together?" Mark asked a little concerned. They had been up there for what seemed like hours. "Definitely." They got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Mrs. McMannis had asked the cook to leave them some sandwiches. "I guess she figured that we'd be hungry," Charlie said with a smile. "I like your parents even if they don't like me." "They don't dislike you, Mark. They're just very protective of me." "Yeah, I guess I don't blame them. What do you want to do after we finish these?" Mark asked with a waggle of his brows. "Let's go back upstairs." They finished up and went back upstairs. Mark locked the door, they got undressed and got back into bed again. "We need to talk, Marky." "Oh no. That doesn't sound good." "It's not bad... I just need to tell you something." Charlie paused screwing up the courage, then continued, "Did you ever think we looked a little alike?" Mark thought about it and replied, "No, not really. I mean I was always super skinny and you were always muscular. Other than the fact that our... no, never mind." Charlie thought he knew what Mark was referring to so he helped him out, "You mean our dicks." Charlie finished for him. Mark chuckled and replied, "Oooh, you said the `D' word." Charlie remained serious. "Fine... Mr. No Sense of Humor... Yeah, I noticed plenty of times that they could have been twins. So?" "Funny you should mention the word twins. I've always thought we could have been brothers." Mark interrupted saying, "I don't think brothers do what we do." "No, I guess most don't. Did your dad ever tell you about your birth parents?" "No, I don't think he knew anything. The records were sealed and I never bothered to look for them. Why?" "Well, before we had our surgery, I found out that you had a twin brother, not identical, but fraternal." "I do?! Do you know where he is?" Mark asked excitedly. "Yes, I do," Charlie answered but said no more. "Well, tell me already!" "You're looking at him." It took a minute for what Charlie was saying to register. Then Mark had nothing but questions. "That's not possible, we don't even have the same birthday, Charlie!" "What time were you born on the 11th?" "12:03 a.m., I think. Why?" "I was born at 11:56 p.m. on the 10th. We were born in the same hospital to the same birth mother. She died in a car accident a few years back." Mark tried hard to process what Charlie was saying to him and Charlie gave him all the time he needed. It was now Charlie's turn to hold Mark until he was ready to talk. "I don't know what you want me to say, Charlie. I'm..." "I know, Mark. I was too when I first learned the truth. The worst part is that I'm still in love with you. I can't turn that off... but I will totally understand if you no longer feel the same way about me... about us." Mark didn't need to think about that though. He could see how vulnerable Charlie was at that moment and he couldn't lie to him. "I still love you too, Speedo. Is that wrong?" "Well, we're the only two who know. I've never even told my parents. And I won't unless you want me to." Mark looked at his brother, his lover, and answered, "No, I don't want you to. As far as they know we're friends... well, more than friends... but that's all they need to know. Agreed?" "Agreed. I love you, Marky." "I love you too, Charlie." They sealed their declaration and pact with a kiss. When they both pulled away, Mark got the lube from the back of the drawer in the nightstand, then placed Charlie's legs on his shoulders, lubed them both up, then entered him slowly but with determination. He pulled back a little and then pushed in further. He did this over and over until he was fucking his brother/lover with both a passion and a skill he never knew he had. "Fuck me, Baby, fuck me!" Charlie yelled. "I've waited for this for so long." "Me too, Lover." Mark picked up speed and was soon pounding a more than willing Charlie. "Oh God, Baby. I think I'm getting close," Mark tried to warn him. "Me too, Honey. Give it to me." Mark thrust a few more times, then yelled out, "Aghhhhhhhhhhh" as he came inside Charlie, filling him with his white, hot jizz. Then Charlie shot his load too, covering his chest and stomach with his own cum. Once they had both recovered, Mark said, "I wish we could stay like this forever." "Me too," Charlie agreed. "Don't pull out just yet, okay?" Charlie pleaded. Mark complied as long as he could while kissing his lover tenderly. Eventually, he softened and fell out, so he went and got some towels to clean them up, then laid down next to Charlie and held him in his arms. "I could get used to this, but I know you have to go back to the Church. When?" he asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. "I don't. I left." "What do you mean you left? You left left?" he asked as the lightbulb went off. "Yup." "But I can't let you do that. It's your whole life," Mark insisted. "You're my whole life, Marky. I never should have left you. We were meant to be together and God has seen fit to give us our second chance. Besides, you never wanted me to be a priest anyway. What's changed now?" "I can't be selfish anymore. I can't deprive all those people of what you can do for them just because I love you." "I can't celebrate Mass anymore anyway. "What do you mean?" Mark was a little confused. "I can't drink the sacramental wine, the Blood of Christ. And I've given plenty of myself to them. Now it's time to give to you. If you'll have me." "I will, of course. I just don't want you to end up resenting me the way I resented God and the Church for taking you away from me." "Not a chance. I love you. I always have... and I always will. The question is, do you love me, Marky? I selfishly need to hear it," Charlie asked, his mouth inches from Mark's. "I do, Charlie. I always have and I always will." "Then we have the rest of your lives to forgive and forget." "Make love to me, brother?" "Yes. Always yes." * * * A year later – "Do you still miss it?" Mark asked Charlie as they stepped out of St. Michael's and started walking to the car. "Sometimes." Mark gave him that look. "Okay, more than sometimes," Charlie admitted, "but it's okay. I have you to share Mass with me now." Charlie smiled at his lover. "Yeah, who woulda thunk it?" "I always knew that someday..." "No, you didn't. And it's not nice to lie coming out of church," Mark reminded him. "Fine, I didn't know. You came to that decision on your own. But I had faith that you would..." Mark looked at him again, "okay, might. Man, it's tough to get away with anything with you. You know that?" "I do know that. By the way, I keep forgetting to ask you... why don't your parents come to Mass with us?" "Because they're not Catholic," Charlie stated. "What?!" Mark exclaimed, stopping in his tracks. "They're Episcopalian." "Then why...?" "Simple. The Catholic church came first. She may have her problems, but..." "Excuse me, Father Charles?" A young woman asked as she approached the couple. "Just Charlie, please." "Charlie, sorry. I was wondering if it was too late to sign Henry up for the field trip." "Not at all. I'll put his name on the list. Just bring the permission slip with you when you drop him off." "Thanks, Charlie!" Henry's mother said excitedly as she rushed back to her family. "Where are you taking your catechism class this time?" Mark asked. "To the cathedral in San Jacinto. Most of them have never been. It's a beautiful church." "I have no doubt." "Would you like to volunteer as another chaperone? You might even earn extra credit from your catechism teacher," Charlie asked hopefully. "What's in it for me, Teach?" Mark asked with a sly grin. "Always looking for the prize, aren't you?" "Can you blame me?" "I guess not." "You do know what the greatest prize I ever got was, don't you?" Mark asked. They stopped. "What?" "You." "Good answer. Now let's go. We don't want to be late for lunch," Charlie admitted. "You're right. I don't want to make Mrs. McMannis angry." "You don't make my mother angry... anymore." Mark laughed, then Charlie gave Mark a very unbrotherly look. "By the way, you are my prize too. You know that?" "I do, Bro." The End (If you enjoyed this story, I have others here on Nifty. Thanks for reading)